“Excuse me I need to use the restroom,” he said sweetly. Deitrick heard water running and figured the cousin must be taking a shit since it was ta...ing longer than usual to just piss. After fifteen minutes, the cousin emerged wearing only a pair of pink lace hipster thongs and smelling like cotton candy.“I saw you checking me out all day. I know you want this booty,” he said twirling around and bending over.“Huh,” Deitrick mustered.“Don’t play dumb. Let’s do this before they get back.”Deitrick. We would, perhaps, never know.Ingmar drove up beside us in an RV not that dissimilar to our own at around 11 a.m., almost two full days after we'd arrived in Minneapolis.He turned out to look not at all similar to the grizzled lumberjack I had imagined. He was a smallish, gray-haired man with a light gray beard. He was in good physical shape, and looked a lot younger to me than his 56 years.His son, Roald, emerged from their RV and shook my hand. Roald, Ingmar had told us, was 31. He, too,. You’ll also find some paddles and crops. Beat her well. If she’s not in subspace when I get there I’ll punish you even more severely than I already plan to.”“Yes, master,” she said contritely and hurried off.Jake went to his room and rummaged through a box that had been shipped home from France ahead of them. He took two packages from it. He went to Julie’s room, tapped on the door, and let himself in. The room was dim, lit only by a small lamp that was covered with a scarf. He propped one. The warm water felt extremely well to my aching muscles. I laid back in the tub and closed my eyes and let the water envelope me. I was startled when I felt something against my chest. I opened my eyes and it was Heather, she was beginning to bathe me.She had removed her dress, her breasts were as beautiful as always. Her nipples seemed to be as hard as they were the night she sat down on my penis. I had a yearning to have them in my mouth. I raised up and opened my mouth, but she moved back..